I have thrown into the recycling bin many half-filled notebooks in favor of something shiny new and blank. But there is one diary I will never throw away.
I have never let anyone see this diary. It shames me and it pains me.
All my life I’ve known I was going to be a writer. That is not quite true. From age four to eight I was certain that I was going to be a veterinarian. From age nine to 12, I knew without a doubt that I was going to be an Egyp…